The man I spoke of has returned with an answer to my inquiry. He proclaims the trinket to be made of no metal that he has ever before held in his hands. This is a curiosity that I, myself, cannot fathom. How can a man whose life's work has been metals speak of such things? Is it truly not silver or gold, or is there some sinister purpose behind his statements?

I must move forward, for the answer I received on this matter has vexed my mind so that I can no longer search for Uncle from my own home. I believe that I will gain more knowledge on his whereabouts if I search in the last place known to him- Georgetown, Colorado. I have learned that Georgetown is a mining town and still, it seems, holding on to its past. Perhaps it is there that I may at long last put my foot upon the trail head that will lead me to Uncle. Grace Johnston Dwyer 22 April 1903

I have just come from my uncle's home. It has become clear to my mind the reason for my endeavor concerning his sanity and well being. My only interest is in finding him and doing that I shall hear of his happenings at last.

In the garden at Uncle's, I found a trinket which is of the most curious workmanship. It is silver, approximately the size of a penny and hangs from a silver chain. On the outside, it is plain, smooth and unmarked. Upon further exploration, however, I discovered that it opened and inside was a marvelous engraving of a scene of some kind. It is far too small to examine with any degree of certainty as to the exact picture with the naked eye. On the morrow, I shall take it to a jeweler in the district. Perhaps then I may see if there are any secrets inside the locket to behold. Grace Johnston Dwyer 14 April 1903

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It's time to get back to this, eh? I've had a strange year. I finished a novel, the first in a series. Now, I'd like to tell you this story as it unfolded before my eyes.